[There are men where John is from who do exist outside of the rules of society. It is much easier to do, in the new colonies. Make your own life, your own choices. But John still holds a position in the army. He is a member of nobility. His brother is a member of the House of Lords. Even in Virginia, in Philadelphia, John has never been his own man. Not really.
Not until he found himself here. And it’s a bit like learning to walk on his own once more, while watching everyone else around him run by unhindered.
John leans into the kiss that Geralt offers. Grateful that in insisting on speaking his fears he has not ruined this. Grateful for Geralt’s understanding. He moves his hand to rest on Geralt’s arm, bracing himself against the sturdy warmth of his companion, fingers curled in the rain-damp fabric of his cloak.
He huffs a breath of laughter out at the next words and pulls back slightly, reaching up to pinch a lock of Geralt’s damp hair between his fingers, wet enough that it gathers a bead of rain water to drip onto the floor.]
I do. Upstairs. [He hazards the quirk of a smile, the hint of a tease in return as he asks:] I trust your back can handle the climb?
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Not until he found himself here. And it’s a bit like learning to walk on his own once more, while watching everyone else around him run by unhindered.
John leans into the kiss that Geralt offers. Grateful that in insisting on speaking his fears he has not ruined this. Grateful for Geralt’s understanding. He moves his hand to rest on Geralt’s arm, bracing himself against the sturdy warmth of his companion, fingers curled in the rain-damp fabric of his cloak.
He huffs a breath of laughter out at the next words and pulls back slightly, reaching up to pinch a lock of Geralt’s damp hair between his fingers, wet enough that it gathers a bead of rain water to drip onto the floor.]
I do. Upstairs. [He hazards the quirk of a smile, the hint of a tease in return as he asks:] I trust your back can handle the climb?